And Now For Something Completely Different

If I was a book in a library, then I'd finally be free

Love Thy Stranger

leave a comment »

“Love thy neighbor” does not mean love people insofar as they conform to your ideas about likeability, but to meet with love the strange monster, who does not necessarily know nor care what we want, living next door to all of us. There is a stranger in all of us, who puts us beside ourselves, and in this way opens our hearts.

“All the strangers came today / and it looks as though they’re here to stay” sings David Bowie in “Oh You Pretty Things.” The strangers do not cease being strangers because we get to know them though. That pleasant familiarity we feel in love (for the stranger) is at the same time the pathos of our exile, and should we ever find the former to banish the latter, we’ll die alone.

Advertisements

Written by Joe

April 1, 2010 at 5:19 pm

Posted in Love, Other

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: